Unspoken
A bird that stalks down his meager cage
Can seldom see
Through his bars of rage
His wings clipped,
So he opens his parched throat to sing.
His song interrupted, the gun let out its wonder
The bird descended,
Struck with wonder
The rose that has once blown, forever dies.
A hushed moment awakes between lightning and thunder,
As if someone were asking, Do you have other
Articulable feelings? If so,
Express
Them
Now
But there is another sky, ever serene and dear
There is another sunshine, though it be darkness here.
The rose that has once blown,
Forever dies
We sprawl in the semi-darkness, dreaming.
You can have the bright face of the moon,
If I can have the dark.
The rose that has once blown, forever dies
For I am a night blooming flower,
Being pried open in the morning,
Raising my owl eyes,
At the eclipse of the sun
When the jagged winds do shake the darling buds of May,
The bird whispers, The rose that has once blown, forever dies.
Clouds
Drowning my doubts in the clouds
And malevolent wonder along with it,
Then these bittersweet nightmares will fade away slow.
Fingerprints of mine, etched along the ocean’s golden shell,
Carved deeper than any secret,
To show just how far I’ll go.
Does beauty exist
Amid fields of never-ending gray?
Time will soon show.
Following hope’s heartbeat
In the thunder’s rampage
Never will I astray even so.
Oblivious
To the winds silvery provocations
Away will all my worries blow.
I’ll get lost
In the stone’s cold caresses
To learn to hide all my woes.
Pleading winter
To spare the blushing roses
Our only chance to grow.
